Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.